Our Man i n Europe/dave delacroix// DA TERROR DAT WE KNOW!
Why ask? Why do? Why think? -The streets U walk are filled with strife?
Why kiss? Why love? And why do I cup your breast in my hand? -A sinew, of forgetting?
Why PULSE, why heartbeat, why fuck? -JOY'S grape-ejaculates? -a
residual of a beginning
where sounds, music, groans and chants
come before the words: "I love U?"...ans all the terror
dat WE know.
(There are TWO other verses. I think I gave dem to Isabella. She now resides in NAPOLI.)
c 2014/dave delacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Italia.
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